do jism ek jaan -LAST PART_ parts 3-15. - Page 24

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For all the dear readers of this ff. It has been a pleasure writing this for you. And I love you all for showing all the motivation you did while writing this. I am writing up the last part now, because I am also working on a new ff called bachpan ka pyar. That one is very close to my heart :) . hope you enjoy this last part, and as promised, I am going to be adding in a song in this one as well. Please do read the new ff and dont forget to comment and like :) ..

I dedicate the song in this ff to natali1999. :) and all of you who read this ' this one is for :)

Last Part

khushi could only hear his heart beat. His tears were flowing down her cheeks. Arnav just held her tight. He refused to let her go. His arms were wrapped around her. As he his eyes teared his arms tightened around khushi. He didnt want to let her go. Not now, not ever. He did her wrong. He broke her heart. He betrayed her. He betrayed his love.

Khushi slowly closed her eyes. Ans started to take deep breathes. Cherishing every beat of arnavs heart that spoke her name. That reminded her that their heartbeats were one. That they... yes.. they.. were one.

She slowly wrapped her hands around his back, and gradually brought them up to hold him tight. She grabbed his shirt with her fingers and pulled the shirt making two fists. She wanted to hold him tightly. Never to let him go, away from her. Be there for her, to protect her. The last time that she had held him like that was when her bauji was in the hospital and arnav had come. She remembered running towards him and without thinking holding him tightly in her arms. She didnt know why then she did that. She spoke her heart out that day, she remembered each and every word that she told him that day. How she was tired, she couldnt bear the pain of losing everyone again. And now. She couldnt bear losing him.

Time had frozen for them. Both taking slow deep breathes. Holding each other in their arms. And joined by one heartbeat. Just one. Which was not his, or hers, but theirs. Their heartbeat.

Aranv losened his grip on her a bit, realizing that maybe his strength might hurt her. As he slowly let go. She whispered.

Khushi: arnavji, hummay zoor say apni bahoon main pakray rahiyeh. Please. (please hold me tight.)

arnav again tightly wrapped his arms around her. He would stand their like this, until she needed to. For a second, a minute, a day, and even a lifetime. He didnt care. He would be there for her, the way that she needed him, for the rest of their lives.

Shyam was later arrested, and put into a mental rehab facility in nainital. He was sick, diagnosed with OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). He was getting treatment done. Arnav and akash belived that if, there was a chance of him being cured from his obsession of khushi, then they would take that chance. They needed to take care of their di as well. If this treatment was not going to work, then so be it. As long as they gave it a try, they would be able to face their di.

The rest of the people returned to delhi. Anjali was told that shyam had been relocated by the governement to represent innocent people in court in nainital, and anjali had to stay with them. Shyam had wished that as well. As for anjali seeing arnav beat up shaym, she belived that it was a bad dream. That it was a nightmare that she had seen with open eyes. The fours brother and sisters, made it their purpose in life to bring peace in anjalis life and her childs. Her child never felt the need of a father. Aranv and akash were always there. Anajli gained two sisters, and best friends. She had relialzed long after that her husband had betrayed her. And she, herself, slowly adjusted to her. For the sake of her child. Khushi and arnav became friends. Never intimate, for their relation needed to become a bi stronger before they could move it a bit forward. They had close encounters, but they needed to learn to trust each other fully before they could take it to the next step. And arnav gave khushi all the time that she needed. Arnav had told her about why he married her, and she was hurt. But with time, all wounds were healed.

As life began to return to a normal routine, everyone started to get back into their own lives. Taking care of the family, as well as their most loved ones.

It started to rain. Anjali and her child all went to the front lawn. Anjali held her child while the baby tried to catch little drops of rain in the water. Anjali helped her baby stand on the ground. With little chubby feet, in sandles, the baby started to stomp their feet. Akash and payal joined them in the rain. Nani sat from afar to enjoy the scene. While mami, hello hi bye-byed her way in. she was young at heart, and always will be everyone thought. Khushi had changed after the incident on her honeymoon. She remained seated with nani. Aranv came out of his room, and saw everyone enjoying. His eyes searched for her. The khushi he knew, would be the first one in the rain. Jumping, dancing, singing. Living life to the fullest. But she wasnt their. And now it was his job, to make sure that khushi, his khushi returned. For her sake, and for the sake of their love. He looked around and saw khushi sitting inside. He went upstairs and changed out of sweater. Into his blue jeans and white shirt. He knew khushi liked it whenever he wore that. She never said anything. But they had become good enough friends for him them to understand each other completely.

Arnav wrote a note and gave it to hp to give to khushi.

Hp: khushiji, apkay liye. And handed her the note.

Khushi opened it. She was confused. Who had send this for her. It said, khushi, i'm waiting on the terrace. Jaldi ana please :).

she looked more closely at the writing and noticed that it was arnavs. She excused her self and went up stairs. As she opened the door, she was left in shock. There was a mini tent placed in the center of the terrace. The same one as the day of the wedding. Amist all of the little drizzle, there something waiting for her. She covered her head with her hands and quickly ran under it. Once she got there, she saw a stereo system there. The remote was placed on top. With a small note. 'press play'

khushi started the cd, and she heard arnavs voice. He had apologized to her a million times, but this time was different. She knew it from the bottom of her heart. This time was special.

Arnav's voice: khushi, (in a husky voice). There were a few seconds of a gap. And again ' in a soft husky voice she heard him saying her name. She looked around to see where he was, but couldn't find him anywhere. She turned her back to the stereo.

Arnav's voice: I LOVE YOU... KHUSHI...

she turned around again and looked at the stereo. This was arnavs cue. He was hiding behind the door where she couldnt see him. He quietly ran behind her. At a small distance. He bent down on one knee, with his eyes looking at the ground. He was on both of his knees. He joined his hands and brought them infront of his face.

Arnav: khushi...

she turned around and saw his looking down. In a manner asking for her forgiveness.

Arnav: main jaan tha hoon, kay main maafi kay laiq nahin hoon. Magar tum .. meri.. khushi ho. Aur mujhe maaf kar bhi do gi. Khushi. Main apni puri zindagi tumharay naam likh na cha tha hoon. Kya tum ' kya tum... (I know I am not worthy of forgiveness, but you... my khushi... will forgive me. I want to write the rest of my life with your name.. will you.. will you)

she raised one arm and looked up. He brought one knee up '.. with the other hand he took out something from his pocket. It was a ring. The ring. With a delicate diamond placed in the center of a platinum band. It was perfect for her delicate finger.

He looked up, and with hopeful eyes. He took a gulp. He, arnav singh raizada was scared. What if she didnt want to accept him as her husband. They were married, but not happily married, he wanted to change all of that. His eyes will filled with hope, a dream, that only she could turn into a reality.

Arnav: khushi, I love you. Always have. And always will. Mera pyar hum dono kay liye bohot hai. Sathon janam kay liye. Kya tum mujhe, arnav singh raizada nahin, tumhara laad governer, ka pyar apnao gi? (I love you. Always have, always will. My love is enough for the both of us. For this life and all seven lives. Will you accept my love, not arnav singh raizada, but your laad governer's love?)

tears feel down khushi eyes. He touched the bottom of her heart. She smiled. And bent down infront of him. She was now eye to eye with him. She leaned her head forward, and placed her forehead on his. Their noses leaning against each others. She cupped his face. And quietly whispered.

Khushi: mera laad goverver. (my laad governer)

and smiled. He smiled as well. Pulled his face back and slowly placed the ring on her finger. It looked as if it was made for her finger. She looked at the shine in the ring. Looked at him. She smiled. He stood up and placed his hand opened infront of her to help her up. She reached for his hand and stood up. He reached for the remote with the other hand and pressed play. A song started. Their song.

Whenever they had danced, it was always infront of someone else. This time, it was just for them. Their song, their dance, their moment.

The paino music started... hum tum.. tum hum tum.. (song is sason ko sason.. from the movie hum tum)

He placed the remote back on the stereo, and stepped closer to khushi. He slid his hand around her waist. Leaving a tingling sensation along with way. He held her hand properly with the other hand. And pulled her closer to him. And then closer and closer. Nothing was to come between them.

Amongst the raindrops, light music, all that they could hear was their heartbeat.

Both opened their mouth and whishpered...

arnav / khushi: dono ki dharkanain, ek hoga thi hain.

He leaned forword and placed his forhead against hers. Nose to nose. Mouths slightly opened. Warm breathes clashing with each others.

Sason ko sason main dhal nay do zara (movie hum tum)

dheemi si dharkan ho bhar nay do zara.

Lamhoon ki guzarish hai yeh, paas agae..

hum tum... tum... hum tum...

The warmth of their breathes blew against each others lips. She placed her hand on his shoulder. He pulled her closer that her hand was not behind his neck. Her thumb and fingers were webbed into his hair. Their could hear their heartbeat. Their hearts were joined. The closer that they got, the faster their hearts started to beat. These moments were theirs. For their love, for them. Just them.

She moved her face back and met her eyes with his. Her big eyes, filled with new dreams, new hopes, new relations. And his, filled with love for her. His brown eyes reflected her beauty, her face. All she could see in his eyes, was her. She knew that she.. was his life. His breathes, his heart beat, his life.

Aankhon main humko uthar nay do zara.

Bahon main humko pighal nay do zara..

lamhoon ki guzarish hai yeh, paas agae.\

hum .. hum tum.. tum... hum tum...

he placed the other hand arund her waist and she put her head on his heart. Wrapping both of her arms around his shoulders. Both swaying side to side. This soft tune, required soft movements. They wanted time to slowly pass, not run away.

As the trumpet music started at the back she moved her head back and he held her hand with his, they started to place one step forward and one back. Starting off with a little waltz type of dance. Not breaking eye contact. Step by step they moved to the tune, knowing that for the rest of their lives, they will always walk together in life with perfect synch. He started to twirl her around twice, then brought her close and placed one arm around her waist and she leaned her head back and dipped.

Silwatain kaheen, karwatain kaheen,

pehljae kajal bhi tera,

Her head slightly into the light rain. A few drops fell on her eyes, and made a small smudge of her kajal. Her eyes still remained closed. A few drops of rain traveled down her neck. And hit the creases in her duppata. She turned her head a bit to the side, while her eyes remained closed. Allowing the raindrops to fall more freely along her neck.

She raised her head back up and looked into his eyes. They both just saw the dreams, of their life together, filled with love, as they both wanted it to be.

Nazaron main ho, guzartha howa, khwaboon ka koi kafila.

He leaned forward, his lips close to hers, about to finally touch,

but she shys away and turns her head with a smile. Letting go of him and turning her body around.

Jismoon, ko ruhoon ko chalnay do zara,

sharma haya ko machalnay do zara,

lamhoon ki guzarish hai yeh, paas agae,

hum tum.. tum.. hum tum...

as she tries to move away he grabs her hand...

sanson ko sanson main dhal nay do zara..aaa...

and pulls her towards him.

He lets go and run into the rain. As the tune plays, they both waltz together. His arm tightly around her waist. Their hands held together. And her hand on his shoulder. Both with smiles on their faces. Their much awaited love story had finally began. Both dancing together, happily, to show the sky, prove to the rain, that they were made for each other, and that they were now one. Nothing was, and will be come between them. Their happiness lies within the happiness of the other. His wet hair spread across his forehead, her wet clothes stuck to her body.

Cholo badan.. magar is tarhan..

magar is tarhan,

jaisay surila saaz ho,

He tries to lean fwd again, and she turns around. He brings his arm around her stomach. Pulling her back into him. With the other hand he moves her hair to the other side infront of her shoulder. And holds onto her shoulder. Gently leaning in, and placing a kiss along her neck.

She turns her head around, and with her arms gently throws her hair back. Her hairs softly hits his face and covers it.

andharay chupay, teri zulf main,

kholo kay raat azaad ho

she walks away but he graps her duppata and pulls it. She turns her head around and graps the duppata from infront of her chest.

anchal ko seenay say dhalnay do zara

shabnam ki boondain phisalnay do zara..

he walks a bit more to the side and tilts his head. Asking for those lamhay... with a small smile.

Her eyes look towards the ground and her cheeks start to become pink...

lamhoon ki guzarish hai yeh, paas agae,

hum tum.. tum.. hum tumm..

he walks fwd, wrapping her duppata around her. And picks her up in his arms. He holds onto his neck and both just stare into each others eyes.

sason ko sason ko dhal nay do zara.

Bahoon main hum ko pighalnay do zara.

Lamhoon ko guzarish hai yeh,, paas agae..

hum tum.. tumm.. humm tum...

he takes her into their room,, where there is no more hum or tum... dono ek hoga thay hain. Dharkainain mil ja thi hain (both become one, their heart beats become one. ) akhir main..(in the end)... Do jism... par ek jaan.